Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 215

There’s nothing soft about the way his lips claim mine. His kisses embody who he is down to his core. They’re all consuming, a raging inferno that devours and destroys everything it touches. The way his hand rises to snare my throat claiming everything, even the air I breathe, as his own.

My body ached, throbbing with the desperate need to be filled, to be as close to our mate as humanly possible.

“Asher, you’re killing me. I can’t wait any longer.” I whimpered, lifting my hips until the firmness of his cock rubbed against my opening, grinding into the little bundle of nerves that had me seeing stars. “Please…please fuck me.”

With one last resounding snarl, Asher complied.

The lake, the beach, even the gorgeous waterfall in the distance faded into nothingness. We could’ve been in a piss poor tent in the middle of the woods, and it wouldn’t have mattered. Every touch dragged me further into his depths, while every seductive word he whispered pulled me under, the currents so strong that I didn’t bother to fight.

I’d lost count of how many times I’d plummeted off the edge, but before long Asher took the fall right by my side. 1

We laid next to each other on the blanket, both of us sopping wet from wrapping up in the lake. He pushed himself into a sitting position and opened the picnic basket. Water dribbled from the longest parts of his hair down his sloped jawline, all the way down to his muscular chest. I followed a few droplets with my eyes as they traveled down the grooves of his abs, lost to the trimmed hair above his cock.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you again.” He said darkly, making me realize he wasn’t rummaging through the basket like I’d thought.

“I wouldn’t complain.” I smirked.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but then you wouldn’t be able to drink these…” He teased, pulling not one, but two blood bags from the basket.

I gasped. “You really did think of everything.”

Asher looked in the basket a second time and frowned. “Actually, I didn’t think of everything. I must’ve left the water in the car. There’s some sandwiches and bags of chips in there. Go ahead and eat, I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, okay.” I shrugged.

the basket, I set them aside along with the blood bag’s he’d handed me. I wasn’t going to start eating until he came

directions, sending Asher’s

back to

I had what I needed.”

my concern. I twisted around to look back at him, and what I saw made my mouth go

to, but it would’ve been hard to do considering

by people that feared me or would bend over backwards to please me. None of it was genuine,

hand. Even the heavy thud of my heart faded into the background, taking with it every frantic, hair brained thought that squealed in my head. Marriage wasn’t something all werewolves

went to open the box and as his fingers trembled, I sank my teeth into my lip to keep from crying

“Yes!”

second I laid eyes on the ring inside. The delicate band was made of tiny golden threads that wrapped around one another, all circling a gemstone the same warm amber as Asher’s eyes. It twinkled in the sunlight as though it were winking at

so warm and unbearably soft as they scoured my face.” Lola, I promise to stand by your side through every storm. There isn’t a future. for me without you in it, not in this life or the next. This pack-this world, is better with you in it and

swiped at my cheeks with his thumb. My lip trembled as I fought to speak. There was so much, so many things I wanted to say to this man- the one that

“Yes.”

word, I was

This time they were soft, moving slowly with the

Asher exhaled, his chest heaving, and

life had ever felt as right as Asher sliding that ring onto my finger. In that moment, there wasn’t a witch alive

the lake, flitting between swimming in the water, hiding beneath the waterfall, and lounging on the blanket. With each one we

into a watercolor painting of oranges and pinks, did we

the threshold into the foyer, we were a mess of limbs, lips, and

the living room before clothes started being torn off, and that was only the first round. The second was in our bedroom with me perched on top of Asher, my

hips where he was holding on so tightly, clinging to the last threads of his restraint that kept him from flipping us